I was shaken not stirred. They thought they moved me off my platform and I was just readjusting my bow-tie. That went right over their heads and I was aiming at their necks, vicious blows and crafty combinations. I was a natural artisan at this artistry.
My boots were well worn and lace up tight, I was ready to fight. I was kicking and getting kicked but still did more kicking. I was a good Christian, I was giving more than I received. I said a Lords prayer before I became the divine slayer I am today.
I was shaken not shook. Remember that.
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